Solivagant-The Mandalorian

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Lana didn't leave her home for days. Omera would visit her occasionally and try to get her to eat but she would always refuse. Omera tried her best to take care of Lana through her grief. She'd visit her multiple times a day, trying to comfort her and take care of her anyway she needed.

She would sit with Lana through her brief sprints of sobbing and shaking. Omera knew time would be the only healer. She would take her into her arms and held her until she exhausted herself from sobbing. Her breathing would finally slow and she'd be falling back into her restless sleep. This was a regular thing for the last couple of days. It broke Omeras heart to see her this way.

Her father was buried just outside the village on the tree line, alongside her mother. It was the one-time Omera could get Lana to leave her bed. But, immediately after the burial Lana was back to the loneliness of her home. The only voice she heard for days was Omeras.

Omera was often a mother figure to Lana, with respect to her birth mother. She was there when Lana needed guidance that couldn't come from a father. Omera knew she had to take care of Lana now, and needed to be there for her at all costs. She was broken.

It was the fifth day Lana was lying in bed.

Omera came to Lana's cabin at the routine time that evening. She laid the plate of food down on her desk that was directly behind her bed. Lana was wide awake, just staring at the wall, it wasn't a blank expression, she was thinking. Thinking about what she could've done to have spared her father's life.

Omera sat on the seat beside Lana's bed and rested a hand gently on her upper arm. She rubbed it slowly trying to ease Lana out of her episode of grief. Lana turned her head toward her who was giving her a reassuring smile.

Lana sighed siting up slightly from Omeras touch. She rested on her elbows stretching her back slightly, trying to relieve her aching. Omera was taken back, she hadn't seen Lana sit up in five long days.

Omera grabbed the plate from Lana's desk and tried to offer it to her. Lana rose from her elbows to sit up in her bed.

Omeras smile grew as she saw the progress Lana was making. Lana nodded her head, before softly grabbing the plate from Omera placing it in her lap.

Omera rubbed her knee as she began diving into the plate in front of her. "I'll fetch another plate, you need to get some strength back." Lana paused for a minute at Omeras words. She realized how weak she truly was right now. She was dehydrated, her veins stuck out of her arms and her hands were shaky.

I've never seen myself this weak before, she echoed to herself.

"Thank you." She mumbled into the piece of bread she was devouring.

Omera stood up slowly before walking out of the hut, taking one last look at Lana. She was happy to see her finally taking care of herself again. She knew it had to be done on her own and in her own terms.